bat out of kansas fic!
So I wrote something and I'm not sure what it is exactly but here goes!
This is the prompt I took for the batoutofkansas challenge, yay Meatloaf!
For taking and for giving and for playing the game/For praying for my future in the days that remain/Oh lord/For that I hold you
For taking
“It’s not Sammy’s fault, Dad.”
The clock on the wall ticks past 9pm, darkness lying heavy outside the window.
“I was talking to this girl and”
“Dean”
“Yes, sir”
“When I tell you boys to be home before dark, I mean in the door before sunset, not five minutes after, not ten, before the sun goes down. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
For giving
A quick glance across the front seat as they pass the sign that says ‘Palo Alto next three exits’.
“You wanna drive, Sammy?”
For playing the game
“Sammy, why the FUCK is there toothpaste in my boots?”
A slow stretch from the other bed accompanied by a gloriously evil grin.
“Maybe so you’ll be minty fresh from your head to your toes, Dean. It can only be an improvement.”
The last few words are punctuated by the slam of the bathroom door behind Sam and the impact of a toothpaste filled boot against the door.
For praying for my future
The flames of the pyre flared higher washing a ruddy light over both their faces, reflecting in the tears that streaked their cheeks.
Sam’s voice, rough with sorrow and smoke asked “Did he say anything to you?”
“No.”
One word spoken aloud that was the beginning of the first prayer Dean had made in over twenty years. “No, because if I didn’t hear anything then it isn’t true and you’ll be safe. Please be safe Sammy, I can’t, I won’t….. please Lord, keep him safe, that’s all I ask, keep him safe.”
For that I hold you
“Dean.”
There is only silence from the other bed in the hotel room.
“Dean.”
“I’m sorry, Dean.”
Dean punches the pillow under his head and rolls over onto his back. “Go to sleep, Sammy.”
“But Dean, I just”
“Sam, go to sleep or do I have to hold a pillow over your face until you shut up?”
Dean feels the mattress dip as Sam settles onto the bed beside his hip.
“I never should have made you promise.”
Dean glances up from under the arm he has thrown over his eyes to block the faint light from the bedside lamp. Sam is dressed only in his shorts and t-shirt and he shivers in the cool of the night.
“Sammy, you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
“No?” A wry grin flashes briefly across Sam’s face in response to the challenge in his brother’s voice.
“Nope, I’m older, wiser and definitely better looking, so why don’t you just crawl back into bed and get some sleep.” Dean rolls away from Sam and pulls the covers up around his shoulders.
Sam sits quietly for a few moments as Dean’s breath slows and deepens, drifting into the pattern of sleep. He slides under the covers behind Dean and wraps his arm over his brother’s waist and whispers “I’m sorry, Dean. I never should have made you promise.”
This is the prompt I took for the batoutofkansas challenge, yay Meatloaf!
For taking and for giving and for playing the game/For praying for my future in the days that remain/Oh lord/For that I hold you
For taking
“It’s not Sammy’s fault, Dad.”
The clock on the wall ticks past 9pm, darkness lying heavy outside the window.
“I was talking to this girl and”
“Dean”
“Yes, sir”
“When I tell you boys to be home before dark, I mean in the door before sunset, not five minutes after, not ten, before the sun goes down. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
For giving
A quick glance across the front seat as they pass the sign that says ‘Palo Alto next three exits’.
“You wanna drive, Sammy?”
For playing the game
“Sammy, why the FUCK is there toothpaste in my boots?”
A slow stretch from the other bed accompanied by a gloriously evil grin.
“Maybe so you’ll be minty fresh from your head to your toes, Dean. It can only be an improvement.”
The last few words are punctuated by the slam of the bathroom door behind Sam and the impact of a toothpaste filled boot against the door.
For praying for my future
The flames of the pyre flared higher washing a ruddy light over both their faces, reflecting in the tears that streaked their cheeks.
Sam’s voice, rough with sorrow and smoke asked “Did he say anything to you?”
“No.”
One word spoken aloud that was the beginning of the first prayer Dean had made in over twenty years. “No, because if I didn’t hear anything then it isn’t true and you’ll be safe. Please be safe Sammy, I can’t, I won’t….. please Lord, keep him safe, that’s all I ask, keep him safe.”
For that I hold you
“Dean.”
There is only silence from the other bed in the hotel room.
“Dean.”
“I’m sorry, Dean.”
Dean punches the pillow under his head and rolls over onto his back. “Go to sleep, Sammy.”
“But Dean, I just”
“Sam, go to sleep or do I have to hold a pillow over your face until you shut up?”
Dean feels the mattress dip as Sam settles onto the bed beside his hip.
“I never should have made you promise.”
Dean glances up from under the arm he has thrown over his eyes to block the faint light from the bedside lamp. Sam is dressed only in his shorts and t-shirt and he shivers in the cool of the night.
“Sammy, you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
“No?” A wry grin flashes briefly across Sam’s face in response to the challenge in his brother’s voice.
“Nope, I’m older, wiser and definitely better looking, so why don’t you just crawl back into bed and get some sleep.” Dean rolls away from Sam and pulls the covers up around his shoulders.
Sam sits quietly for a few moments as Dean’s breath slows and deepens, drifting into the pattern of sleep. He slides under the covers behind Dean and wraps his arm over his brother’s waist and whispers “I’m sorry, Dean. I never should have made you promise.”